Sonnet 1 |
Literally, enough to make you comeOver there and listen; feel me flowingA place for you exists upon my tongueRidiculed when young for under knowingAsk any wench t’was ever in my favorLike velvet...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Apr 2008 21:29:00 GMT |
Beautiful Destruction |
I defaced the paperPulled pages out and shredded wordsThere’s letters missingEnglish? I’ve barely mastered the alphabetI’m a natural, naturally atrocious artistNaturally occurring or...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Apr 2008 21:27:00 GMT |
A Haiku about one of my favorite Novella’s |
A poor fishermanFrom Cuba who loved baseballDefeated by sharksGuess the Novella I’m refereeing to.
Posted by on Tue, 08 Apr 2008 21:21:00 GMT |
My Finger Hurts: The Poem |
My finger hurts from pointingAll day I’ve sat and noticedAll the flaws of other peopleWho pass by me on my soap boxMy finger hurts I bumped itOn somebody elses egoNow when I raise my arm to poin...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Apr 2008 21:20:00 GMT |
A ten line poem composed of dialogue |
Do you two believe in heaven?Where angels fly in servitude,And clouds a billow support your feet?What fallacies you speak about!You think if god where to existThe worlds pain and suffering would persi...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Apr 2008 21:19:00 GMT |
THe Shape of Nothingness |
A shallow grave at homeA broken pencil bleedsA plant that never leavesA child is left aloneThere’s circles on the skyPiercing shapely shineApproaching nevermoreFinding faces in the cloudsPrayers...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Apr 2008 21:15:00 GMT |
Words-in Other Words |
I’m becoming so detached!Forever seems too easily attained.Details, once unmistakable;Can’t see the forest for the trees.A waste basket&by the bed,Clothes: sprawled out on the floor.In the...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Apr 2008 21:13:00 GMT |
Generic Sunshine In Pill Form |
I am a dream Trapped inside of a dream Trapped inside of a dream, beneath a falling anvil.I know can see what’s coming but all I can do is stand still.I am but a feeble peasant who begs for coin...
Posted by on Thu, 28 Feb 2008 13:45:00 GMT |
Oh Vincent! |
Like a Van Gogh, Not the painter nor the painting.But just the tortured soul as death becomes I've been waiting.Waiting patiently, since patience could be purchasedTrade my silence in for golden and u...
Posted by on Thu, 28 Feb 2008 13:40:00 GMT |
Inplace of her Name |
She smellsLike angels shouldHer words wither,Rain and widle woodOver consumption,Too much Of her is never wrongI feast on pheromonesAnd listenWhile I dance along.SpokenVolumes crescendoEars come into ...
Posted by on Mon, 18 Feb 2008 08:27:00 GMT |
